Why the Louisville Metro Police Department sucks.

Shortly after the ambulance arrived at our house, the police arrived. An officer came into the ambulance and took down information I gave him about what happened and what was taken. Then he gave me a card and said that I can pick up a copy of the police report in 10 days. Then he left. Meanwhile, Adam followed the footprints in the snow to some housing projects only a couple blocks away. Adam, my husband, looked around to see what happened, not the officer on the scene.

The next day, Adam and I walked around the neighborhood looking in trash cans to see if we could find any of my belongings that had been discarded. It had been trash day the at morning, so many of the trash cans had already been emptied. We didn't find anything.

Two days later, Adam and I went to the 4th district police station with a more detailed list of what was stolen with my bag. The girl at the front desk has several interesting things to say. The first thing she said while she was looking for the report, was "was this a domestic thing?". We are there with a list of stolen property. If it were domestic, how could there be stolen property? She also stated that the case probably hadn't been assigned yet. Once she found the report she added "You know...they're not going to be able to find your things." We explained that we would like the report to be complete, so she added the information for us. Adam inquired about why the case wouldn't have been assigned to a detective yet and her explanation for us was that "if it had been something REAL SERIOUS they might have gone ahead and assigned it." At that point, I had to remove myself from the conversation because anything I had to offer would not be productive. I really don't know how many incidents of more serious things happen in Louisville. What occurred was armed robbery and assault, and the next step from that is manslaughter, so aside from murder, they're not in any hurry to assign cases to detectives.

The following Monday, I informed a news reporter about the situation. She spoke to her boss and got the "okay" to do the story. That afternoon, the reporter and a camera man met me at my house. You can read about and watch the story here...
http://www.wlky.com/news/14996599/detail.html?subid=10101262
The most important thing to note in this video, is the officer's statement that "We are in the early stages of the investigation" at 6 days in. At the end, the reporter defends the LMPD by stating that they might not have sent a detective out that night because it was a holiday. It's just laughable. Allegedly, the officer stated that there was no way the case hadn't been assigned to a detective by then, and we must have gotten bad information. Later that day, my husband, in an effort to contact the detective, called and spoke to another detective who stated that she had just received a case from January 2nd.

The detective called me back 15 days after the incident, and after I gave her all the information that I had, she assured me that she would contact me again about the case. I've yet to hear from her, and am notholding my breath for a resolve on this case.

Why University of Louisville ER sucks...

So, my brother dropped my dad and me off at the door to the ER, and when we walked in, we weren't sure if we were in the right place. I saw a security guard in front of me, and said "Can you tell me where the emergency room is?" He said "You're in the emergency room. How did you get in here." I looked around and realized that we were where you would go after you've been checked in. My dad and I were standing right in front of the automatic doors that we had just walk through, so the question posed to us seemed very confusing to me. The security guard and my dad were having a conversation about how we were in the wrong place, and I cut in and said "Can you just tell us where we're supposed to go because obviously you don't want us in here?" He walked us to the door that we would come through after we get checked in, and another woman walked us through it and then to the exit telling us to come back in through the metal detector. Now, I have blood all over both sides of my face and down my neck, and my head and face are so swollen that I look distorted. As I approached the metal detector, the other security guard said "Now what are you all trying to do?" The question seemed so absurd to me that I couldn't even answer. I walked through and set off the metal detector with my keys that were in my pocket. I stepped back and removed my keys putting them in the basket available, and walked through again without setting it off. The security guard then picks up his wand to check me and said "Now, let me tell you how we do things around here." Remember, I have blood all over me. I'm a 5'2'' woman, with my 5'7'' 65 y/o dad. Are we posing a threat? I don't think so. My dad gets into a conversation with him about his attitude and gets his name and talks to his supervisor while entered and checked in. After they made sure I wasn't dying, they sent me back out into the waiting room.

We then decided that we should have gone to Jewish. We figured that I could be in and out of Jewish before they even take me back at University. We got up, politely told them that we were leaving, and proceeded to Jewish Hospital Emergency Room. As soon as we walked in the door, the guy at the desk leaned over to see my face which I was holding an ice pack over. He directed me to be checked in immediately, and told my dad to fill out the paperwork. They even gave me a wet towel to wipe the dried blood off of my face. After checking me in, they put me in a hospital bed, and the doctor came to see me relatively soon after. That's how patients should be treated.

My doctor, nurse, and nurse's assistant at Jewish Hospital were awesome, but there were 2 strange interactions. The woman who took me back to the bed, gave me a hospital gown to put on. I asked if that was necessary because my injuries were only neck up, but she insisted. I'm not a modest person, but I do expect some level of privacy sometimes. This woman stood there and unfolded the gown then held it up for me to put on. I though she was being pushy, but then I figured out that she was probably trying to look at the rest of my body for other wounds. She wanted to make sure I wasn't a battered wife which is reasonable. The other awkward moment was when another woman who was sweeping the floor in my curtained off area looked at me and said "what happened?" I bluntly said "I got hit...in the head...with a gun." Then she said "Ooo is that what they call pistol whipped?" I didn't really appreciate her candor, but thanked her nonetheless, and now I can't tell people that I got pistol whipped without laughing.

They did a cat scan of my head to check for fractured bones because the doctor was concerned about my jaw. I ended up getting 3 stitches on the left side of my head, and the cuts on the right on and behind my ear weren't really that bad. The swelling was really the worst but it's much better by now.

The moral of the story is...
If you have insurance and aren't dying, do not go to University of Louisville Hospital.

Happy Fucking New Year...I got mugged and pistol whipped. How about you?

On New Year's Day at 9:30 at night, I was going to the gym to get the drill. My husband, my dad, and my brother were in the basement installing a new water heater. Our car was parked at the end of the block, so I started walking down the sidewalk towards it. Now, I usually keep my head up and stay alert and look around, but for some reason, I was looking down at the snow and the tracks in it and thinking about how I can't wear my newHeely's tomorrow because it will probably be icy.

It was cold and windy, and I didn't hear anyone come up except a couple steps right before I felt something poking me in the neck. I thought it was Adam or my brother at first screwing with me, but then I realized that what was on my neck was round with hard edges and putting a lot of force on me and almost pushing me over. I think the guy said to let go of my bag, but I couldn't really understand at the time, and by the time I realized that this was not a friendly encounter, he hit me on the right side of my head with the gun in his hand. My glasses got knocked off of my face, and I lost my bearings right away. It was very chaotic, but I yelled HELP as loud as I could. It wasn't very loud because I've had this damn sinus infection, but I couldn't get away from him because I locked up and my arm was around the strap of my bag and he was holding on to the bag with one hand. With his other had, he kept hitting me in the head until I fell down by a parked car where he broke the side mirror probably through a swing at my head. I felt him pulling on my bag strap, and for a half of a second, I pulled back. Then I realized that If I would let go, he'd probably stop hitting me, so I let go of the bag and he ran off.

I got to my feet, and kept yelling. I turned ans saw another guy standing there looking at me. At the time, I thought he was a neighbor who had come to my aide, so I said, "he went that way", and he ran after him. Since he didn't return, I figured out that he was with him not there to help me. I did see that the second guy wore a red and white jacket, and I know his general build, but that's all I know.

I stood an cussed and started to call for Adam while I ran up to our front porch and banged on the window while passing. Then I went to the side door and banged in it until I was let in. Adam ran up the steps because he heard the dogs barking, and he and my brother tried to run after the guy that did it. I had to find my glasses, and when I did, with the help of my brother's friend who was over, they ran back and got in the car and we got in with them.

We drove around a couple blocks while calling 911, and then I started to realize how much my head hurt. They drove back to the house so that I could meet up with the ambulance and cop. After they looked at the cuts on my head, they said that I could go to the hospital on my own, or go in the ambulance, and I decided to go on my own.

The next posts soon to follow...
Why University of Louisville Emergency Room sucks.
Why the Louisville Metro Police Department sucks.
Why my State Farm home owner's insurance agent sucks.
Why every trip from my house to my car and vise versa sucks.